Novels by Fillani Putri

The knock on the weathered wooden door was not loud, but its vibration made the dust from the ceiling of their old flat fall like grey snow. Outside, the magnificent River City had vanished, replaced by an endless, swirling grey fog. This flat was no longer part of a building; it floated in the center of nothingness, a memory artifact held together by the fraying remnants of Arlo’s will.Arlo sat at the wooden table, his face gaunt and his fingers trembling as he broke a piece of dry bread. There was no gold in his eyes, no Sultan’s authority in his shoulders. He looked like a young man defeated by the sheer weight of existence."Bang... who is out there?" Clarissa whispered, her hands still clutching her throat, which felt raw from the black chains of the Void."The rightful owner of this stage, Dek," Arlo answered without looking up. "We thought we won when we ousted the Creator. We thought the Void was the supreme law. But the Void is just a vault. And now, the person who lent the

The silence inside the Multiverse Liquidators' office was sharper than ever. It was no longer a cold, administrative silence, but the hollow quiet of a room that had just lost its soul. Arlo stood amidst the shattered mirrors, his eyes—once spinning golden coins—now dimmed to a dull, matte brown. The look of a confused, ordinary man."Who?" Arlo’s voice broke the silence, flat and weightless.Clarissa froze. Her silver scythe fell to the floor with a deafening clang, reverting back into a worn, dusty wooden broom. Beside her, Kael stared at his laptop screen, which now displayed only a single line of code: 'Error 404: Identity Not Found'."Bang... Father. Mother," Kael whispered, trying to spark a flicker within his brother's memory. "The accident. Our tiny flat. The copper coin you gave to Clarissa."Arlo frowned. He looked at his hands, then at Clarissa. "I know you are my administrative support units... right? But 'Father' and 'Mother'... those are variables that do not exist in my

The sterile, infinite silence of the Multiverse Liquidators' office was shattered by a sound that shouldn't exist in the Void: the rhythmic, heavy ticking of a grandfather clock. Every tick sent a ripple through the floating screens, distorting the realities of a thousand worlds into jagged streaks of red and black.Arlo stood behind his marble desk, his golden coin-eyes spinning so fast they blurred into solid rings of light. His anti-matter suit flickered, revealing glimpses of the man he used to be—tired, scarred, and desperately human."System breach detected," Kael shouted, his fingers slamming against a holographic keyboard that was beginning to melt into green slime. "Kak! The firewall isn't being hacked from the outside... it’s being rewritten from the inside! The source code is... it’s Arlo’s DNA!"Clarissa gripped her silver scythe, the blade humming with a nervous energy. "Arlo, what did you do? You said the 'Nafsu'—the greed—was discarded!""I did discard it," Arlo’s voice

The world didn't just go dark; it became a vacuum of existence. Without the Creator’s "Service," the very concepts of up and down, warm and cold, and beginning and end began to fray at the edges. On the rooftop of the Archive Tower, Clarissa stood in a circle of abyssal black light, her shadow-scythe pulsing with a rhythmic, predatory heartbeat.Beside her, Arlo’s ruby form was dimming, flickering like a dying signal. Kael clutched the copper coin—now a void-black stone—to his chest. The countdown in the sky hadn't stopped; it was counting up, measuring the seconds since God had abandoned the ledger.[00:00:14 since Dissolution]"The darkness... it’s eating the data," Kael whispered, his voice cracking. "Kak, the buildings aren't just invisible. They're being de-indexed. If we don't move, we'll be the next items deleted from the cache.""We're not moving away, Kael," Clarissa said, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating with a power that wasn't hers. "We’re going to the source. Arlo,

The sun didn't set; it was deleted. One moment, the sky over River City was a triumphant gold, basking in the glow of the defeated Forensic Audit. The next, the universe's light switch was flicked off. There was no twilight, no gradual deepening of shadows—only an absolute, suffocating void that felt like being buried alive in cold ink.On the rooftop of the Archive Tower, the only light came from the dying embers of the ruby data pillar and the faint, ghostly luminescence of Arlo’s digital form. Clarissa stood paralyzed, her white hair—the price of her soul-sharing—flickering like a dying candle in a hurricane."Kael? Arlo?" her voice was thin, stripped of its goddess-like resonance."I'm here, Kak," Kael’s voice came from the darkness, followed by the frantic clicking of his mechanical watch. A weak, blue holographic screen sputtered into existence, illuminating his pale, terrified face. "The sensors... they aren't just reading dark. They’re reading null. He didn't just take the sun,

The sky above River City was no longer a mirror or a shield; it was a giant, translucent magnifying glass. The violet light didn't burn like fire; it felt like a cold, surgical needle pricking at the soul of every resident. This was the Forensic Audit—the Creator’s final tool for reclaiming a reality that had declared itself free.On the rooftop of the Archive Tower, Clarissa stood at the edge, her hand gripping the golden broom. Beside her, Kael’s holographic monitors were screaming. Thousands of red lines were tracing the movements of the violet beams as they scanned the streets below."They're not looking for money, Kak," Kael shouted over the low hum of the sky. "They’re looking for 'Consistency Errors'. The Creator thinks Arlo stole the base code of these people's lives. Every memory he patched back in... it has his signature on it. It’s a digital fingerprint!""And if they find it?" Clarissa asked, her eyes fixed on a beam hitting a bakery three blocks away."Then that person is